If you think your house is small, consider this: for some of the poorest
people in Hong Kong - one of Asia's wealthiest cities - a home is a 16-square
feet metal cage.

The 67-year-old former butcher pays 1,300 Hong Kong dollars ($167)
a month for one of about a dozen wire mesh cages resembling rabbit hutches
crammed into a dilapidated apartment in a gritty, working-class West
Kowloon neighborhood.

The cages, stacked on top of each other, measure 1.5 square meters
(16 square feet). To keep bedbugs away, Leung and his roommates put
thin pads, bamboo mats, even old linoleum on their cages' wooden planks
instead of mattresses.

I was pointing out the absurdity of thinking anything is out there picking and choosing our fates, and how pretentious it is to think oneself has somehow fell under the good graces of an imaginary sky god with the assumption that some poor sap has somehow not gotten the golden ticket in life. "But for the grace of god goes I" is equivalent to saying "Sucks to be you." It's a snotty egocentric saying. I don't think it was the writers intention to sound that way, but it comes across that way.